Happy New Year for me!(uhmm, soon!)

I’m counting down hours before I officially turn 20. Oh my, I feel old!

Yesterday, a family friend asked,"Oje, when are you getting married?" And my instant reaction was, "What the heck are you talking about?! I’m just 19, just graduated from college, and don’t even have my own Mercedes yet!" It’s funny how people think that I’m tying the knot any day now. Before the gown fitting and sponsor hunting, will you please let me find my man first?! (Ang mga matatanda talaga walang ibang nasa isip kundi pagpapakasal! Mga pakyu!)

It’s sad enough to think that my baby days are over now that I’m marking my second decade on earth. And to bother me about wedding plans is all the more exasperating!

When someone asks me how old I am, I proudly say 19. Hey, we must admit that it feels great to be young and be thought of as naive. It’s a different thing when you’re already 20, you know. By that age, people presume that you’re mature enough to not depend on anyone and to be wise enough to make a firm and logical decision. I’m not saying that any person below 20 cannot do that but it’s just that it’s a helpful excuse at times.

Well, what can I do? I can’t stop time or halt the calendar date from changing!

I wanna be 19 forever. But I want to clear that out, I’m not asking to die at 19, okay? It’s weird how the radio’s now playing "In the arms of an angel" by Sarah McLachlan. No, I don’t want to be in the arms of an angel at 19. Maybe at 99, though.

Okay, let those greetings come in. Call me, if you have my landline number. Send an SMS, if you have my mobile number. E-mail me if you have my e-address. Hug me if you see me in the mall, school, or street. Write a testimonial if you want. Make me happy. Do it now, I’m waiting!